The first thing notice is that my body ached, the second thing I noticed was that I was outdoors. A cold breeze and the sound of swaying grass alerted me to this realisation. Sitting up I take in my location. Surrounding me is a clearing of tall grass edged by a forest of fiery autumn leaves. Busy looking at the scenery it takes me a moment to notice that on the ground next to me is a small satchel. Picking it up I look inside the bag, it contains two small glass bottles full of a smoky substance, a leather water pouch and a worn old journal. The journal is worn and faded almost bursting at the seems with pages. Most likely my best bet to find out who I was and how I ended up in this position on the clearing floor. Opening the front cover I read the inscription on the inside "property of the Maymarsh Drowzee". The hand writing is neat and elegant. As I start flipping through the pages I see it's less of a journal and more of a instruction guide/recipe book. I thumb through the pages and see pages with titles such as "grandma's homemade Oren potion" or "how to tell a nightmare from a night terror" even "turning sour dreams sweet". Just as I'm turning the page over, my nose picks up an unusual scent. Almost in a trance I drop the book and start towards the scent, its intoxicating and coiling sweetness invades my senses. By the time the bag and book hit the floor I'd forgotten all about them. Nothing mattered but that addicting scent coming from within the woods. Starting forward my trunk aimed straight ahead I'm completely taken by surprise when I vaguely feel a prick on my back and then the feeling of falling forward as the world fades in front of me.
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